A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! Glad everyone's enjoying it.
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Succubus-69, Yup, bring Cole back permanently! And it's definitely not a good idea. But you know love! To quote someone from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "love makes you do the wacky." Lol. Enjoy!
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Kay, two things and then on with the fic. 1) Tomorrow morning, I have to get two of my wisdom teeth yanked out. Ouch. So I might not be able to come on and update until Friday or Saturday. I'll be in too much pain. Or, I'll be in lala land from the gas and pain pills I'm getting. Sorry! As soon as I'm able to get on, I'll update! 2) I might be slow updating in general because I'm trying to expand the story, maker it longer. It's only nine chapters. I don't know how much I can add and such because It mostly focuses on Phoebe and Cole and the mystery person who arrives. Which means it mostly stays focused in the Manor and there isn't much I can add. But I'll try!
Mkay, on with the fic. Enjoy!
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"Back . . . for good?" Cole asked, bewildered. "You mean, make me alive again. Not just a spirit?"
Phoebe nodded, smiling. "It's against the rules, but I wrote up a spell that will do the trick. So, what do you say?"
Cole smiled at her. "I love the idea." He kissed her. "But what about your sisters?"
"They don't even know I've been summoning you. They'd talk me out of bringing you back for good, for sure. They can't know," Phoebe replied, frowning. "But I want you back in my life, Cole, and not just on the nights when I'm still up or I have the house to myself. I want you here, with me, whenever I need you."
"Then I will be. When do you want to do the spell?" Cole asked, tucking a loose strand of Phoebe's hair, which she had recently grown out again, behind her ear.
"Tomorrow night. Piper and Paige will be at P3 all night and Leo's taking Wyatt to Elder Land. I'll have the house to myself long enough to do the spell and spend some time with you. I've also been keeping the penthouse nice so you have someplace to stay. No one goes there anymore except me," Phoebe explained.
"How long have you been planning this?" Cole asked curiously.
Phoebe looked down then into his eyes. "Since the night I first summoned you. I realized how much I missed you and how much I wanted you back in my life."
Cole nodded, smiling lovingly down at her. "Okay. Tomorrow night."
"You should go. The spell will take a lot out of both of us and we should rest. Plus I don't want to risk Piper or Paige coming up here and finding us out. Piper had to knock before, but Paige could orb in at any second," Phoebe said gently, her heart aching. She'd have Cole back in a few short hours but she always hated saying goodbye each night.
"Good-night," he whispered in her ear, kissing her again. He pulled away and stepped back into the circle of candles.
Sighing, Phoebe walked over to him. He was no longer solid; he was transparent, as a spirit should be. She picked up one of the black candles.
"Goodnight, Cole," she said before blowing out the flame on the candle. Before her eyes, Cole became black mist again. And then, the black mist was gone. "In a few hours, we won't have to say goodbye again," she assured him, though he was no longer in the room.
One by one, she picked the candles up and blew out the flames. She gathered them all and placed them back into the trunk, closing the lid. She then limped to the attic door and pulled it open. Slowly, she made her way back down to the second floor, not worried if anyone heard her this time. What did it matter? Piper knew she'd been up in the attic, anyway.
Once in her room, she closed the door and stripped off her clothes, pulling on her pajamas. She shuffled into bed and turned off the light.
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The next morning, Phoebe felt almost giddy as she showered, dressed, and went down to breakfast. Her ankle still throbbed, maybe more than it had the night before. But tonight, she'd bring Cole back to stay, for good! She practically skipped into the kitchen and plopped into her seat, pouring OJ into her cup and shoveling eggs, bacon, and toast onto the plate.
"Good morning, family!" She chirped, sipping the OJ.
Paige glanced at Piper. "She's glowing. I think she's glowing." She glanced at Phoebe. "is she glowing?" she asked Piper, her eyes glued to Phoebe.
"I think she is," Piper replied, quirking her brows. "What put you in such a good mood?"
"I'm not allowed to be happy?' Phoebe asked, her shoulders slumping.
"Well, you are. But you're glowing. I'm pretty sure you didn't have a guy in your room last night," Piper replied, smirking.
Phoebe narrowed her eyes playfully, though thinking of guys made her think of Cole. "No, I didn't. I just slept really well. And my ankle doesn't really hurt anymore," she lied. "So there." She bit her toast and chewed happily.
"Right, okay. Well, I hope you realize that morning is way past. It's about one in the afternoon," Piper commented.
"One!?" Phoebe cried, choking on her toast. "Why didn't anyone wake me? Elise is going to kick my ass and my ass doesn't need any more kicking!"
"We called in sick for you," Paige explained. "And I picked up your laptop and today's letters for you. They're in the living room."
Phoebe sighed. "Thanks."
Paige smiled. "No problem. Just doing what sisters do."
Phoebe smiled back at her, suddenly feeling guilty for what she was planning to do. "Guys . . ."
"Yeah?" Paige and Piper asked in unison, looking at her.
"My ankle still does kinda hurt. So I don't think I'm going to come to P3 tonight," Phoebe said quickly, licking her lips. "You guys go, though, and have fun. Stay out as late as you want, even. It'll give me a chance to relax."
"Are you sure? We could stay home," Piper said, frowning.
"No, no. Go and have fun. Leo will have Wyatt in Elder Land so I won't have to worry about running to him every time he cries. You guys go to P3 and have fun. Get me autographs from the band!" Phoebe replied, smiling.
"Kay, well, I need to start setting up soon. I don't know why I ever agreed to let Golden Gate High have the Class of '89 Reunion at the club," Piper said, sighing. "I mean, I know the club was the best thing they could find, not to mention the only thing open. But come on, they've waited sixteen years. One more month wouldn't have killed them. Plus, who does sixteen reunions? I've heard of ten, twenty-five, fifty. But sixteen?"
"Ah, come on, Piper, cheer up," Paige replied. "It'll be good for the club, some new business. And if they like it, they might tell friends about it and then those friends will have parties there, too."
Piper grumbled a reply.
"Come on, I'll orb us," Paige offered with a smile.
"Fine, fine," Piper replied, finally giving in. "You sure you'll be okay?" she asked Phoebe.
Phoebe nodded. "Go, relax, have fun."
Piper nodded. "Well, it starts in about three hours and ends around midnight or one. So we won't be back for the rest of the day. Leo's already gotten Wyatt."
"Have fun," Phoebe repeated, smiling.
"Lets' go," Piper sighed, taking Paige's hand.
Together, they orbed out.
Slowly so not to hurt her ankle any more than it was, Phoebe stood and hopped into the living room where she sat on the couch and sighed.
"Okay, I'll do five letters, then I'll relax and get ready for tonight," she said to herself. "Let's see. Ah, here," Phoebe said, picking up a letter. It said:
Dear Phoebe,
I just had a horrible fight with my boyfriend. He proposed to me, but I wasn't ready and I told him no. But now he thinks I don't love him and he's walked out on me. How can I get him to understand that I'm just not ready? I'm only twenty-two. I want him back in my life desperately!
Broken Hearted
"Hm. Well, lets see." Phoebe opened her laptop and began to type:
Dear Broken Hearted,
It seems that your boyfriend was just worried about loosing you. He might have been worried and scared. Proposing isn't an easy thing to do. Give him a chance to cool off, and then talk to him again. Tell him how much you love him and explain to him that, in a couple years, you two can get married. But for now, you prefer to just be his girlfriend. Tell him as long as he's in your life, you're happy and-
"That's horrible advice. Loosing your touch?"